It was hard, painful and I cried. A lot.
I think my least favourite thing in the world is when I’m crying and someone asks “What’s wrong?”
My husband died.
I’m still grieving.
That’s what’s wrong.
I woke up this morning, cleaned my room, and cried some more.
I’m still sad, but I had a better afternoon and evening.
But yesterday was hard, sucky and hurt a lot.
I miss Mark. It’s not fair. He was one of the really good, amazing people in life… and it’s not fair that he’s not here…